The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 813

But now, they were separated by divorce and a chasm of unspoken misunderstandings. Even a simple greeting felt fraught with caution.

“Is Niki asleep?” Alexander asked, walking toward her. His voice was a low whisper, careful not to wake the child in her arms.

Danielle snapped back to reality and nodded, tightening her hold on Niki. “Why weren’t you waiting in the car?”

“I was worried you’d have trouble with the door while holding her.”

Alexander reached out to take her bag, but she instinctively flinched away.

His hand froze in mid-air. He slowly retracted it. “The business matters… we can discuss them at the institute tomorrow. You look tired.”

Danielle was surprised by his consideration. She saw the exhaustion etched in his eyes and remembered he was still recovering. A flicker of softness went through her. “It’s fine. We can talk upstairs. It won’t take long.”

Alexander didn’t object, following her into the building.

The motion-activated lights in the hallway flickered on, illuminating their two figures.

Inside the apartment, Danielle gently laid Niki on her bed and tucked her in. She closed the bedroom door quietly before turning to face Alexander, who stood in the middle of the living room.

Moonlight streamed through the window, tracing the familiar lines of his silhouette.

In that moment, Danielle felt a strange certainty that their story had never truly ended.

She gestured for him to sit and poured him a glass of water.

Alexander nodded and sat down. He was as poised as ever, but he looked thinner, and the coldness that once defined him had softened.

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